temple to vine rough draft

It is interesting how the mode of worship goes from stationary and vertical to fluid and horizontal between the Old Testament and the new. The Jewish patriarchal hierarchy, the religio-political system of the Old Testament, with its priests, temples, rituals and laws was considered by Paul and the New Testament believers as a tutor and model for the coming messiah, Jesus. The law was not the end but a speedily exhaustible means to an end. The sacrifice of Christ redeemed the Jews from their oppressive and legalistic religion that required blood for the remission of sins. He became the final sacrifice, the fulfillment of the law. He allowed himself to be swallowed by the religious machine and crushed in the teeth of the gears in order to stop the wheels from turning. He destroyed the temple, ripped the curtain in two and put the priest-hood out of work, and established a new kingdom…a kingdom not of this world.
The “kingdom” of heaven is quite different from our worldly concept of kings and kingdoms. Jesus’ thoughts on leadership include statements such as “whoever wishes to be first among you must become the least.” “The first shall be last and the last shall be first.” He turned the paradigm of hierarchy upside down with visions such as: “the lion shall lie down with the lamb and a little child shall lead them.” In fact, being born again and becoming like a little child was a pre-requisite for being a part of his heavenly kingdom. “Let the little children come unto me and forbid them not for such is the kingdom of heaven.” “If you do not become as a little child you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” In the parable of the rich young man he spoke of the renunciation of material possessions and even said that it was easier for a camel to go through the “eye of a needle” than a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. He made a clear distinction in Matthew chapter 6 between the kingdom of the world and the kingdom of heaven “you cannot serve two masters…you cannot serve both God and Money.” He commanded his disciples to not carry extra clothes, or staff (used as a weapon against thieves), or Money when he sent them out in two’s to spread the gospel of the kingdom of heaven.
In any kingdom of man, laws are instituted to protect persons and their property from the hands of selfish and greedy people; mechanical mechanisms to discourage crime. A hierarchy must be established to enforce these laws. Jesus’ remedy to this dilemma was simple: “Do not store up for yourselves treasure on earth where moth and rust destroy and thieves break in and steal…” “Observe the birds of the air, they neither sow or reap or gather into barns, but your heavenly father feeds them.”
To the converts from Judaism, the coming of the Messiah marked the end of God’s vertical, hierarchical, second hand relationship with his people and the beginning of an intimate, personal, first-hand relationship. “The time has come and now is when the true worshippers shall worship God in Spirit and in Truth. He was the fulfillment of the prophesies of Jeremiah, Isaiah, and Hosea… Jesus brought God to the people by calling him Father rather than Lord. He included humanity in the Godhead when he said I am the vine and you are the branches… He put himself on an equal plane with his followers when he said “who is my mother and brother and sister? Those who do the will of my Father.” The apostle Paul said: “We are the body of Christ…”“we are no longer slaves but friends.” All of the revolutionaries in the history of Judaism spoke of someone coming after them that was greater, from Moses to John the Baptist who said, ‘ I am not even worthy to unloose his sandal straps.’ Jesus as well prophesied of the coming of the Holy Spirit. Pentecost was a step closer to people experiencing God on a horizontal plane and resulted in the egalitarian model of the first church before it’s corruption in the book of Acts.
God is Spirit. The idea of a stationary God in another realm is a conceptual misnomer. The idea of Omni-presence implied in the bible suggests that God is everywhere at once, thru all and in all, that he inhabits and yet transcends his creation. The personification of God is merely a metaphor. The feeling of the absence of God’s presence is nothing more than a lack of perception and the overwhelming experience of ecstatic and intrancsive worship is a revelation, a heightened sense of awareness of the presence of God.
Temples don’t grow and evolve but bodies and vines never stop. A tree will never grow to the capacity it was designed to reach if it is transplanted and confined to a pot. Its roots will either break thru the structure that contains it or its growth will be stunted and it will eventually shrivel and die. God is alive and cannot be contained. He cannot inhabit man-made structures without ripping the curtain in two and demolishing it completely not leaving one stone on top of another. King Solomon said, “The heavens, even the highest heavens cannot contain you oh, lord how much less this temple I have built with my own hands.” Just as the tree cannot be contained in the pot, or God in the Temple, or Christ in the Tomb; neither can the Church (The Body of Christ) be contained within a religeo-political hierarchical structure. Truth is alive. It transcends scientific and mathematical formulas. It is not known by him who claims to have found the end…it is known by him who wonders…and wanders, perusing it to the end…of himself.
the problem with the church is that they are still stuck in the old testament, they still believe in a "God" that requires blood for the remission of sins, they still live by law rather than Love, the revolution that Jesus Christ started was hijacked and has come full circle and become the new orthedoxy, the temple has been rebuilt from the ruins...the only thing that is Relevant is LOVE...it is time for a new revolution...the remnant of the church is awakening from their mental slavery and escaping the satanic institutions of church and state and soon the vines will wrap around the pillars and tear the temple down...Love calls out in the streets, whomever has ears let them hear Babylon is falling, "COME OUT OF HER MY PEOPLE!!!"

Icey Stares

Icey sparks on the pavement flashing from frozen, vacant stares of soul-less mechanical caricatures rendered mindless and numb...

By the Hands of Slaves...

Who am I to ask the reason why?...but I ask it just the same.

In the end it is only we to blame.

Slaves have built the empires...we've created our own prisons.

The shackles that bind us were forged with our own hands.

Why?

The majority of men are enslaved by our own stomachs

we stretch out our hands to recieve the burnt bread and bitter wine of our captors...

we bow our heads reverantly...humbly taking our sacrements...the payment for our alleigience.

Why?

If the empire will fall it must be by our own hands

We can either accept our fate or exchange our lives for the hope that our children will be free.

We choose to live with a yoke on our back or die with a sword in our hands.

Round and Round...

As the world spins round and round...

The subjects of the kingdoms toil beneathe the wrath of the sons of ancient patriarchs...

heirs of thrones consumed by the zeal of their fathers house.

As the world spins round and round...

The Warriors Unite...

led by the Rebel Sons of Pardition...

 those first-born sons of the Earth who were robbed of their blessing, castrated, bastardized and exiled.

The Slaves Revolt...

fighting against the oppression of tyrantts bent on the conquest of the very substance and essence of Nature and the Human Spirit...

As the world spins round and round...

The Empire Falls...

but soon another temple will be erected from the ruins of the old...

and once again the earth will be soaked with the blood of brothers slaying brothers.

The generations will forever be haunted by the blood of the martyrs crying from the ground.

As the world spins round and round.

Dualities of One

Death.

Life.

Beginning.

End.

The empire crumbles to be rebuilt again.

ashes to ashes

dust to dust

Treasures destroyed by moths and rust

Good.

Evil.

Darkness.

Light.

The void and the substance

the wrong and the right

Reflections.

Shadows.

Laughter.

Tears.

The pains and the joys

 the love and the fears.

Shadows.

Illusions.

Bodies.

Souls.

The times and the places

the fire and the coals.

Destruction.

Creation.

The Light of the Sun.

Someday we'll all Return to the One.

The Tale of Man and Chicken.

     In the beginning, the chickens were wild and free and roamed to and fro about the earth, flying and soaring over it...feeding and copulating freely under the great ball of fire in the sky. They rose to it's majestic beams cutting thru the branches of the pines...echoing their salutations with boasts of their conquests...offerings to the alpha and omega. From the Sun comes all things and to the Sun all things will return.
     To the chickens, the gods granted the gift of flight and bestowed upon them the authority over all the beasts of the field. Even the man looked up in awe as the shadow of a chicken passed over head. But to man, the gods  revealed to them the knowledge of the Sun. With this knowledge man was able to harness the energy of the Sun to create fire and they learned how to plant seeds in the ground to propagate and multiply the plants they depended upon for sustenance. Man became filled with pride and took the sun for granted worshiping the works of his own hands and placing his throne above the heavens claiming ownership and possession of the earth.
     Because of their superior knowledge the man enslaved chicken-kind by tricking them into being dependent upon them for their grain. As the chickens became dependent on the man they became like him...fat and lazy and poor of eyesight...they lost their ability to soar over the clouds and began to scratch and peck at the earth, grazing on harvested seed from the hand of the man. This is how the man robbed the chickens of power and enslaved all of chicken-kind. They robbed the chickens of their freedom, locking them in cages harvesting their unborn off-spring, chopping off their heads and pulling out their feathers...roasting their naked bodies over stoked fires and consuming their scorched flesh.
     I've heard tell of wild chickens that still soar over the amazon rain forest...giant man eating chickens...remnants of prehistoric beasts that long ago held their throne as the kings of the earth...or maybe that is just a legend or fable...now, in this modern age of man, kings shed the blood of innocents as they fight over the black sludge from the decomposed bones of these long deceased tyrants.
     The man has created a false universe, composed their own arbitrary systems of "order" that revolve around a nuclease of energy that depends on the destruction of organic life in order to exist. They have become shortsighted, blinded by greed and illusions of power...they have forgotten that everything revolves around the Sun...they forget that even the energy that is stored in the sticks they rub together comes from the Sun and to the Sun it will return.
     In the dead of night the coals hiss and the smoke rises into the heavens returning to the source of all that is.

The Sidewalk Painter

it's a labor of love but mostly for the sake of my own sanity. the picture starts in my head, though sometimes i have to try to make it out when it's done...i'm dreaming of butterflies and screaming in pain, painting a blue sky in the pouring rain, can i talk to you? will you stop and listen to me? i'm not done yet... i love you. do you want to know my name? i know you would love me if you could see beyond my frame. please don't walk on by, give me just a moment of your time. can you hear me over the ticking of the clock? can you see your reflection in the the canvas? try to make it out through the shadows... the picture starts in your head. it's mostly for the sake of your own sanity... it's a labor of love...and it's not done yet.

Bordertown Riff-Raff

He's just your average bordertown riff-raff thumbed a ride out of El Paso, crossed that line in the desert sand, headed south where the cocaine grows. Running from child-support, bills and rent, speaking broken spanish with a southern accent, searching for a place to rest his bones. Met a senorita so young and full of life who over a margarita he asked to be his wife, and they settled down and made themselves a home. But there wasn't enough Tequila in all of Mexico to satisfy the thirst of his dry and thirsty soul, and once again the drifter began to roam.

Let there be Art.

My creation is an expression of the contents of my soul. For inspiration so that you may explore the depths of your own and find me...and find your self realizing that we are one. One with all that is...Make Love. Don't hesitate to re-create your interpretation of my creation. Read between the lines and express what you see as the Spirit gives you utterance. Let there be Art!

Crumbling Castle

You say you're gonna rumble, you think you're standing tall...Your castle's gonna crumble. Your kingdoms' gonna fall.
You're collecting money from everyone you meet, you think you're gonna rule, sit in the judgment seat. You're building up your kingdom, storing all your wealth, peddling salvation ,drawing followers to your self. Fighting tooth and nail, preaching in the street, you say "God" is your Father but you bow at Satan's feet. Are you serving God or money? Do you curse or bless the poor? When a prophet knocks, do you close your ears and lock your door? You use God's name in vain. You set your throne above, consumed with greed and power while proclaiming "peace" and "love".
You say you're gonna rumble, you think you're standing tall...Your castle's gonna crumble. Your kingdom's gonna fall.
The temple's that you've built will soon be turned to dust, not one stone left unturned, consumed by moths and rust. The remnant will be called forth, united by the sound, the vine will wrap around the pillars and tear your kingdom down. The grass grows through the cracks, turning mortar into dust, the earth will swallow you, your graven images will bust. You heed the call of nations but ignore your brethren at your door, you set up markets in your tabernacles and exploit and use the poor. Looking to the sky you claim to hear the call, you prophesy a lie but a hard rain's gonna fall.
You say you're gonna rumble, you think you're standing tall...Your castle's gonna crumble. Your kingdom's gonna fall.
You've turned a house of prayer into a den of thieves, you're blinded by hypocrisy and you're spreading your disease. You talk about "Redemption" and then speak of "holy" war, if "God" is on your side then what are you fighting for? Beat your swords into plowshares and maybe then you will bear fruit, the branches have taken arms and cut the vine off at the root. You say you're filled with "the spirit" yet defend an unjust war, i think you're filled with something else and it's evil to the core.
You say you're gonna rumble, you think you're standing tall...Your castle's gonna crumble. Your kingdom's gonna fall.
You call good what is evil and evil what is good...rejected those you can't control and brain-washed those you could. Repent you false shepherds those who rule with an iron rod, humble yourselves before the Lord or face the wrath of God. God lives in his people, Love will reign supreme. The curtain you have woven will be ripped from seam to seam.

Equinox

...and we sang listless melodies devoid of the inconvenient infra-stuctures of reason or ryme under the star-lit heavens. Our audience was the man in the moon and the coyotes joined in on the chorus as the big dipper poured out the benevolent blessings of springtime, annointing our heads with the nightly dew, baptising us with salvation from the icey pangs of winter stored in our bones... consumed with joyful reveries of times to come. Brighter days are here at last, in the moment the past didn't matter and the future was a far away illusion the thought of which was proposterous and surreal...a gentle breeze blew ruffling our hair and fluttering our hearts, quickening the Spirit, sending gyrations to the cerebrum as we ascended into the medula, transcending the world of suffering, surrendering into the sweet abyss of nothingness...and time flew out of the window and into the street and was trampled by a million marching man-eating manatees flying in V-formation to the west, chasing the setting sun which rose simultaneously in the underworld illuminating the sunken temple of Atlantis, peeping thru the pillars of the ruins...and we followed the procession of the moon across the sky being pulled by a cherub with a rope tied around his ankle, forever banished by the gods to drag his ball and chain...As we gaze in wonder another fallen angel shoots across the sky.

competition and cooperation

Society thrives on competition but the habits of The Cosmos are the result of cooperation.
Society makes laws that distinguish between "good" and "evil" and in the name of "justice" destroy life.
Nature perpetuates and nourishes life creating harmony and balance.
The law is death but Nature converts death to Life, creates energy, Life and light from the constant duality of positive and negative forces.

Society is a disease.

Society has become a mechanical construct that regards human beings as nothing more than labels and numbers...livestock to be controlled and processed...this society has lost all humanity...it is built by humans, inspired by humans, made up of humans but is at the same time inhuman...it is the anti-thesis of humanity itself...a virus..."once capable of independant life but has now fallen to a state between life and death in which it needs a host to exhibit living qualities...the anti-thesis of life itself."-william s. burroghs Despite society, humanity exists...we're making circles inside these squares...while society thrives on competition, community is based on cooperation, equality, unity, and individuality.
     The function of society is to seperate a man from him-self compelling him to measure his self-worth by it's standards...to seek for validation outside of him-self...his will is broken time and time again and he is rendered powerless and ashamed because after all, his very soul is evil and corrupt beyond all measure and unless he is transformed by the renewing of his mind he will never discern the perfect will of 'god'... his name is Adam and he is cursed to labor and toil under the sun...baking bricks to build the temples where the first-born lambs are slain and sacrificed to 'god' to dissuade wrath because 'god' requires blood for the remmission of sins..
     The seperation of god and man is the cornerstone of society...the notion that god is up and we are down and god is holy and we are sinful...the paradym of duality and good and evil, god and the devil, flesh and spirit...man is constantly at war within himself as long as he sees himself as seperate from god rather than a parcel of the devine...when a man is decieved to the point where he does not trust his own judgement, that man is lost in the illusion of seperation and can be led like a sheep to the slaughter...society is the domestication of man... it perogative is to consume and manipulate and control human energy to accomplish its arbitrary ends...to claim possession and control of land and rescources and break the will and spirit of man-kind, enslaving them for it's arbitrary purposes.

Child of the Sun

Washed clean by the tides of reason
unknown comes the child...
Unraveled by the sands of time...
Baptised by salty foam...
The moon at it's fullest hour pulls gingerly...
tugging...pulling...
Wake up oh Sleeper!
Rise...child of the night...child of the sea
Rise!
Rise to meet the morning long before it comes...
Usher in the new beginning...
Rise as the midnight dew gathers on the grass
and come to me in my dreams...
I see you in my minds eye...
leading me by the hand...
thru the gates the garden awaits...
you lead me there without a care
across the desert sands
where i have long laboured with painful toil...
Smiling...laughing...
you look back at me as i follow you into the mist...
Lead me to the garden immortal one.
Lead me to the Sun.

it is what it is.

It is what it is and it ain't what it ain't...we're all sinners and their ain't any saints and there's really no such thing as being in control...we're all different but we're all the same...there's really no reason to play any games...especially when there ain't no dice to roll.

Holy Words

Holy words left unspoken whispered on the wind

echoed by the raindrops
Listen...
Syncopated rythems
My heart beats in time.
Entangled bodies...
minds
souls
ONE.
body...mind...soul...
An ocean of raindrops and a river of tears
drops of joy and pain
wash away my fears.
Fallen angels from heaven water the lilies and ascend to the sky
summoned by the sun
carrying out their sacred duty
EVAPORATION.
Life...Death...Beginning...End.
When the Sun rises I will ascend into the sky.

somewhere in between.

somewhere in between defiance and surrender...somewhere in between the darkness and the light...you feel it in the witching coldest hour...before the sun-rise burns away the night.

Lies.

The biggest lie that religion preaches is that our very human nature is sinful and our hearts are evil...when a man is decieved to the point where he cannot trust his own judgement he can easily be manipulated and decieved into believing anything.

"Devine Right"

Church and state are one and the same...War is not just a struggle for the possession and control of land and rescources but also for the governance of the people, the "Devine Right" to be in power, to rule over the nations ...they believe that "God" is on their side just as the European invaders believed that they were doing the work of the "Lord". The old testament is full of instances where the "Lord" commanded the mass genocide of "gentile" tribes for the pupose of land aquisition...some things never change...history repeats itself...now the high priests are politicians and ceo's writing the commandments and dishing out orders, levying taxes and defending their borders, allah vs. the dollar Jihad against the new world order...blood and oil and bricks and mortar.

Revenge of the Waterboy...

He who gives with the purest heart inherits the sun...the sun is life that gives birth to all things...all things given or received are from the sun...the sun is the beginning and the end of all things...from the sun comes all things and to the sun all things return...the age of aquarious is nigh, the revenge of the waterboy...he will overturn the tables of the money changers...Death and Life are not in the power of the tongue but in the Sun and the water.

Reality?

They say that money makes the world go round but i believe that money is the root of all evil...they say that time is money but i believe that time and money are just illusions...you might say i'm differing from reality but i believe that what you call reality is a lie...I believe in a higher power...a higher order than your arbitrary laws...your kingdom will fall, empires will crumble but the kingdom of heaven is eternal and the meek will inherit the earth.

The Book.

John said: " in the beginning was the Word (Logos) and the word was with God and the Word was God..." Moses said before him: "In the beginning was the heavens and the earth and the earth was without form and darkness was on the face of the deep, and God said let there be light..." John reiterates that the Word came before the Light...Emmerson said: "Words are but finite organs of an infinate mind...they cannot cover the dimensions of what is Truth...Emmersons quote was just as much scripture to me than anything John had to say...some things that i read in books other than The Book ring clearer to my concept of "GOD" (whatever that means) and what would be "his" "divine inspired WORD"...i could propose a long list of books that i believe should be included in a collection of writing that is considered to be inspired by a Divine scource...i don't see the "Holy Bible" as divinly inspired and red flags pop up in my mind when wrathful tirades and calls to arms are precursed by "Thus say's the Lord" Every nation has it's GOD and priests and kings who lay claim to the divine right of authority...those rulers who claim to possess the knowledge of Good and Evil and excersise their powers thru LAW and WAR...they claim possession over land and rescources enslaving the PEOPLE to serve their arbitrary ends...the slaves fall in line, brainwashed by prideful notions of being chosen....fallen angels decieved by THE MAN who built their towers to the sky and sat on their throne that they placed above the heavens ruling over the nations with an iron scepter writing commandments in stone and proclaiming Thus says the Lord...The Bible is the history of a nation and like the history of all nations it is one filled with blood-shed and war, tyrranny, oppression, and generations of brothers that slew each other over possession and control...Cain and Abel...Jacob and Esau...Isreal and Ishmael...The people of THE BOOK speak often of heaven but know nothing of the heavens or for that matter even the earth they worship the LAW but know nothing of the SPIRIT..."The time will come and now is here when the true worshippers will worship in SPIRIT and in TRUTH." There is no law but LOVE. There is no heaven but NOW. There is no god but ONE. There is no us and them, we are ONE. When a society accepts the illusions of dualism and seperation and buys into the lies of those in power who contantly excert their authority proclaiming that destruction must come before creation, war before peace, hell before heaven and the shedding of blood before the remmission of sins...that civilization is destined to collapse...Empires always fall...they are designed too...The system is set up for failure...it is a system built on inequality, injustice, imbalance, and slavery...COME OUT OF HER MY PEOPLE...Love is the awarness of ONE...repent of the fascist patriotic notions fostered by the lies of Evil men bent on the aquisition of power...God does not require blood for the remission of sins...we do not have to fight our brothers over land and rescources, the earth will provide...our survival does not depend on war but on Peace...we do not need to defend our borders but absolve them from our minds, they are imaginary anyway...We are ONE LOVE, parcels of the universe not masters over it...We are not seperate from God but are ourselves parcels of the Divine...We are one with the universe a part of all that is...we are only a part of a body not a body unto ourselves...we are here to experiece and create to be ONE with nature not to Lord over it...the earth is our mother, the sky is our father and the heavens, even the highest heavens cannot attain you oh Lord how much less this temple that i have built with my own hands...It is time we began to understand ourselves and our universe instead of trying to escape Reality by creating an artificial one...we hide behind walls created by our own hands driven out of the garden by our own fears clutching fig leaves to cover our nakedness...toiling painfully beneathe the sun to appease the wrath of a god who requires blood for the remmission of sins...it is time to forsake the dogma that enslaves our minds and explore the universe and our selves with a clear perspective as thru the eyes of a child instead of blindly following the narrow, perochial and well worn path of tradition followed by the masses out of fear, obligation, duty and ignorance above all but pride...Pride and ignorance go hand in hand. According to biblical mythology...Lucifer and Adam's sin were the same...PRIDE...the will to power...the elevation of self above the community...the desire to impose one's will over another...The possession of the knowledge of Good and Evil is POWER, the authority to create and defend LAW...to decide who lives and who dies...the LAW is the word of GOD...Every nation is a theocricy who's laws are based on the arbitrary authority of the Knowledge of Good and Evil...Law is a false mechanical "order" that is actually the anti-thesis of true ORDER because it creates the fears and conditions that foster CHAOS...they build temples to justice but know not the meaning of the word...Freedom is the right to choose...to choose whom we will serve...to choose whom or what we define as God...what secular mechanism, religious sect, or organic community we consider ourselves a part of or seperate from...Freedom is the right to choose whom or what governs our behavior and who we allow to have influence or authority over us...Our free will is sacred and because we have not questioned authority itself and the false authorities that impose their will over us claiming to have possession of the knowledge of good and evil and defend their laws with force and cohersion...we have fallen under the dictatorship of a mechanical theocricy...forced to serve THE MACHINE, the god of mammon...The ruler of this dark world...Money. We will know peace only thru LOVE, the awarness of the ONE...As long as our minds are controlled by law rather than LOVE we will be at odds with ourselves, our environment, and our neighbors...LOVE, the awareness of ONE, the unity of all things is Salvation. The Deification of humanity led to the diefication of society the divine mechanism of society commands the worship of the MACHINE...man commanded the angels and animals to worship and obey them taking them as food and sacrificing them to his God...the domestication of man was sure to follow...now humanity is fuel for the machine...we are re-created in the image of our god...we become like the graven images we worship...having eyes but not seeing...ears but not hearing...a nose but we can't smell the bull-shit right in front of our faces...HE WHO HAS EARS LET HIM HEAR...COME OUT OF HER MY PEOPLE...Cilization is a disease...a virus...the anti-thesis of life itself..."a once living organism that has fallen to a state between life and death in which it needs the host to exhibit living qualities." (as Burroughs defined a virus). Cancer-rebel cells in the body that seperate from the body and recruit others to join them forming a completely seperate and opposite entity that makes war against the body itself...It pisses me off when i read the same story in the bible as i do in the USA Today...The people of THE BOOK say it's got to be this way...prophecy has to be full-filled and they are dutifully reading, memorizing, and reciting the lines of the script and playing their roles in the drama that has been re-enacted over and over again since the beginning of civilization...we need a new script...we need a new cannon cuz all this war is getting out of hand...if we don't start living by a different script it's gonna be a bad movie..."Death and Life are in the power of the Tongue" at least that's what THE BOOK says...we need to start speaking LIFE.

the only one standing in my way...

good vibrations...hesitations...
fears churning in my mind...
feeling lost...turned and tossed...
a step ahead but left behind...
and i'm the only one to blame...
the only one standing in my way...
"that's me in the corner...
that's me in the spot-light...
losing my religion"...

Bricks

We were forced by Pharoah to bake bricks in the sun...tirelessly laboring to build a kingdom that we or our children would share no part in...Pharoah set his throne above the heavens and proclaimed his "Law" the word of "God" and claimed that the word came before Life...His words are meaningless...he speaks of heaven but he knows nothing of the heavens...we, the slaves, laugh at this ignorant man who claims the devine authority of a supreme being because we know that everything, including the bricks his empire is made of, came from the sun...and to the sun all things will return.The age of Aquarius is nigh, the revenge of the water boy...he will overturn the tables of the money changers...Death and Life are not in the power of the tongue but in the Sun and the water.

confessions of a sun worshipper

i don't understand society...it doesn't make any sense to me...so i live on the fringes of it...creating circles inside these oh so many squares...breathing chaos into this life-less, mechanical order...i need something more...Freedom...my time is my only possession and i choose to spend it in the way i wish...i will surrender control over my time to no one...for any price...my hands are connected to my heart...they are an extension of my very soul...my hands are a medium between the scource of all that is and the manifestation of creation...I will not allow my hands to be shackled by any man...they are sanctified...pure vessels to carry out the highest expressions of my soul...I will not labor to build a false kingdom that does not resonate with my soul...I refuse to be a slave...the slaves have built their own prisons and isolated themselves from the scource...fettered hands once had power...they were co-hearsed by their lower passions to bake bricks in the sun and now they are trapped behind steel bars and cold walls...seperated from the scource...stripped of their dignity.

Refugees

Refugees...stripped of all but our dignity we escape into the hills and forests seeking peace and solace in the bosom of the earth...Searching for signs of life...Groping thru the cold, lifeless remains of humanity digested by the Beast. Homeless and dispossessed...longing for the promised land...We have forsaken the mark. Driven underground by the oppression of a maniacle society of pain...retreating from the towns where we have been reduced to scavengers, beggars, and theives...but alast, society will make slaves of us yet...they pull over our caravans, invade our camps, scatter our sacred circles, confiscating our sacrements, our sacred medicine...bringing weapons of war into our circles of peace, invading our churches and taking our brothers and sisters by force into captivity...they scour the hills, blazing wide trails thru the forests...they poison our water and set fire to our crops...they have no respect for our sactuary...no reverence for the earth...their time will come...they are a cursed people...the earth will swallow them whole and spit our their bones...their empires will crumble...their kingdoms will fall...the meek will inherit the earth...even thru the concrete and asphalt that they have built their kingdoms upon...i hear the blood of my people crying from the ground...forgivness is such an easy word to say.

Why?

Perceptions of reality...Illusions of the mind...words of oracles and prophets enchanted all mankind...young men seeing visions...old men dreaming dreams...the curtain has been re-woven...mended at the seams...the slaves rebuilt the temples from the ruins of the old...no one asked the reason Why...they just did what they were told...in the end it is only we to blame...who am i to ask the reason why? but i ask it just the same...Why?